British Anthologies, Volume 2Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1900 - English poetry |
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Adieu ANDREW BARTON ANON ANTHOLOGY beast birds Bishop of DUNKELD blame brought cellany cruel Dame PLEASANCE dear death doth Earl of SURREY Edited Egerton English Extra fcap F. J. FURNIVALL fain fair Farewell FORTUNE gold grace green hath hear HENRY honour Introduction and Notes JEFFREY JOHN DORY July 31 King HEART King's Lady Lovers lust lusty Lute M.A. Crown 8vo maketh Master Doctor methought mind MORPHEUS never night noble nought Nowell Oxford India Paper pain PHANTASOS PHOBETOR pity plain pleasant pleasure Poems Queen quod rushes green saith seek shew sighs sing Sir ANDREW BARTON slain Song sore Sparrow SUMMER sweet Syne tears tell Terza Rima thee thine thing thou hast thought TOTTELL'S Mis TOTTELL'S Miscellany Trolly lolly unto W. W. SKEAT WATKIN WINTER worth YOUTHHEAD
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Page 11 - As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart : And wilt thou leave me thusT Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee?
Page 64 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page 2 - They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
Page 78 - Maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue. The dances short, long tales of great delight; With words and looks, that tigers could but rue; Where each of us did plead the other's right.
Page 36 - BLAME not my Lute ! for he must sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange, And speak such words as touch thy change, Blame not my Lute ! 2 My Lute, alas!
Page 80 - Than doth the sun the candle light, Or brightest day the darkest night. And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair ; For what she saith, ye may it trust, As it by writing sealed were : And virtues hath she many mo' Than I with pen have skill to show.
Page 159 - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
Page 12 - My lute, awake, perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun, And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
Page 105 - THE Hunt is up! The Hunt is up! And it is wellnigh day; And HARRY our King is gone hunting, To bring his deer to bay.
Page 57 - The Means to Attain Happy Life Martial, the things that do attain The happy life, be these, I find : The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind : The equal friend, no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life; The household of continuance...